Despite assuming that Noah's reaction was a good one, Odette felt her stomach drop and her hair curl, creating a much worser feeling to response with. The fact that he had accepted and was happy about this was minor in comparison to the fact that he had accepted and was happy about it. No strange face, no long pause just-- whoopee! Her heart began to run faster as her grip on one of his arms tightened severely.
This was fine. This was good. It was great.
Instantly, Odette burst into tears. "No, I'm not okay," she sobbed, her hands going to cover her face in embarrassment. Everything was not okay! Drake was treating her like some superficial bitch that enjoyed being ridiculous and ruining lives, Maggie actually thought she would catch some jungle fever upon close contact and Seth was being nice all while she felt like she had never let Drystan down more in their entire life than right now. Nothing was okay! This was all--- and she was pregnant! Pregnant! What kind of fucked up--- weren't people automatically suppose to be happy around you when you were pregnant? Like this unknown feeling?
"I don't-- know what to-- do I--- didn't tell anyone and after the the report the entire team--- is-- just-- I--- am-- not-- feeling--- well." Odette's head dropped low for a second as her hands curled in her lap, but that was only for a brief moment before she sprang back to life. "Noah, I'm already--- in my second trimester." She had never felt so ridiculous, and so justified at the same time other than now.
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